Part 3: Magic Blood

Act 1: That Unforgettable Day

On the ship of Davy Jones's, only the roar of rain and creaking of the wood could be heard. Most were sleeping, but Elizabeth Swann was staring at the wood above her hammock. She couldn't take this anymore. Her knuckles were cut and stung with infection. Her head was thumping due to the roars of the First Mate ordering the crew around constantly. Her legs were nearly numb with all the running around she had done to get to this and that. Sweat drenched her body and had nearly completely soaked her clothing. Her face had dirt and grime all over it, much like the outlines of her nails. Her hair was tangled and messed-up and there were bags under her bloodshot eyes.

Is this really how it's going to end? I always thought it would be of illness, old, Will holding my hand as I lie in bed with my grown-up children saying it's going to be alright. She sighed and shut her dry eyes. Yet again, should've seen this coming when I made that deal with Calypso. The day was vivid in her mind.

She was at her Tavern in Tortuga. At first it was just a large house where her baby boy could be easily harmed. At the time, he was asleep, much to her surprise. Never thought that little trouble-maker COULD sleep, she thought, dragging a wooden bucket of water outside. The weather was murderous and her head was pounding with a headache caused from her 'little angel'. She looked up at the sky and couldn't help but remember when Calypso was freed. She wondered how the goddess was doing and continued with her work. Thunder rumbled in the distance and she looked up to gray clouds moving in fast. Guess that answers that question…

"Does it?" Elizabeth jumped at the sudden voice and looked around rapidly. There wasn't a soul near her. That sounds oddly like…"You need to look up, woman." Elizabeth looked up to the sky and squinted due to the still present sun. She held her arm over her eyes and saw a faint image of sorts. It was that of a woman, one she recognized.

"Calypso…" she whispered. "Why are you…here?"

"Don't worry, you are right in a sense. I heard you 'ad a child, yes?" Elizabeth nodded at the apparition, not sure if she was going insane or this was one of those things Calypso was just able to accomplish. "Well, I've been searching for a way to go back and forth from being a human to…this…and I found that if I give a child some of my skills, then I would be able to do jus' that. Not as powerful, but it works."

"And you came to me…why?" Elizabeth rose a brow.

"Again, I 'eard you had a child. Would you let me do it?"

Elizabeth thought about it and sighed. "As long as it doesn't hurt him."

Elizabeth ran inside and found James awake, crawling around. She sighed in somewhat defeat and plucked him up, walking carefully back out. She had expected heat, but just got cold rain. She noticed the rain was being absorbed through her son's skin, as well as her own. She let it continue as she pondered the possible outcomes of such. After what felt like forever, what was a couple of minutes, the apparition stood on the ground and the skin was visible once more. In a matter of moments, she saw Calypso in her flesh. "Ah, much betta'," Calypso smiled. She noted the rain on Elizabeth and the amount that should've been there. "…Oh dear."

"What?" Elizabeth asked, worried.

"Well, seems like you took some of the rain of my power to…" Calypso started to think. "Well…I don't know what would happen, but don't be surprised if anything out of the ordinary happens."

Elizabeth nodded and walked back into the tavern. After a few months, she could see that her stomach was growing, even though she swore she wasn't eating much. It wasn't long before she felt something kicking in her stomach. "Oh boy!" she cursed. "Don't tell me that rain made me pregnant!?!"

She went to a doctor and it turned out that it was so. She had a baby in her stomach. On August 31, she gave birth to a little girl. Calypso visited and noted it. "Uh-huh," she sighed. "So it did do something."

"Well that is sort of obvious," Elizabeth snapped, the two crying children in her arms. "Please don't tell me I'm getting another!"

Calypso thought and sighed. "It's highly likely. In fact, I'm not even sure what will happen at this point anymore."

Calypso went back to Cuba after a week as Elizabeth struggled with the care of her infants. About a year and three months later, she started to fatten up again. "Oh boy…" she slapped her face. "This better be the last because Beckett is a handful!"

"Mummy!" James, her boy, cried from the other room. "Beckett hit my head!"

She sighed and walked out. After giving birth to her third, she realized it was getting easier. Elizabeth, her third child (Elizabeth Jr., Elizabeth Swann sometimes referred her as) simply followed Beckett around and Beckett was mostly busy teaching her younger sister things and torturing her older brother. Calypso came by on Elizabeth's fourth birthday and gave her some trinkets, even a silver heart. "It is a cursed trinket," Calypso informed Elizabeth (mother) later. "It's connected to her powers and your husband."

Elizabeth's face saddened with the memory of her husband that she could only see once every ten years. "That's very kind of you, Calypso."

"Oh please, refer to me as Tia Dalma," she smiled.

Elizabeth is dragged out of her thoughts with a bump that sounds on the deck. She raises a brow and rolls out of the hammock to tip-toe up the barnacle-infested steps to the deck, seeing the First Mate stomping about. She also saw Davy Jones and ducked her head. "This is bad," the First Mate muttered.

Davy Jones looked furious and turned to the First Mate. "Remember, the Kraken is alive once more. Awaken it and kill Beckett Turner!"

Elizabeth gasped and crept back down, grabbing a lantern and rushing off to search for their way of awakening the Kraken, for their old method had been destroyed the day before with a careless crew mate that, well, didn't live long enough to apologize.